gift to self is raped.
there’s a hole in me where my soul should be. sold my soul and got it back, raped and tattered. souls are white cloths when just created. mine’s just a black sheet with splotches of green, red, and blue around the edges.
never used to believe in the concept of a soul, but i guess the emptiness in me that i always think can be filled by the presence of a child is where the soul should be. a soul in place of another; the beauty of replacement.
some people spend their lives chasing wealth, addictions, trophies, goals………
i spend mine yearning for a child to fill up that hole in me i created.
it makes me feel worse everyday, knowing that this hole in me was torn apart by my own hands.
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